Best Friend's Ex Box Set

“Hey, that was amazing.” A hand brushed my arm, and I turned around, another beer in my hand. A pretty blonde with big, blue eyes stood there smiling at me.

I blushed again. “Thanks.”

“My name’s Alicia, by the way.” She put out her hand, and I shook it.

“Owen…though, I’m guessing you might have already known that.” I smiled, feeling more than a little of the beer buzz now.

“I did,” she giggled and pushed her hair back, taking a sip of her cocktail. “I mean, you did just have your name chanted through the living room. So, what are you doing hiding out in the kitchen? Not much of the partying type?”

“I suppose not,” I laughed, looking her over as she leaned closer. “Not with a ton of people, anyway. I don’t know half the people the guys invited.”

“Oh, well, if it makes you feel better, neither do I. We could hang out in the kitchen, now that you know me,” she said with a wink. Alicia was definitely cute and had a nice figure, accentuated in a pink, baby doll dress that showed off some rather impressive cleavage. Her grin widened when she caught me looking.

Drunken idiot, I scolded myself, then smiled as if I hadn’t just been giving her the once over. She didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure, we could hang out in here,” I said, chugging back more beer. “But what do you want to do?”

She bit her lip, this time giving me the once over, not being vague about it at all. “Hmm, well, to be honest, I could think of more than a few things I'd like to do with you.”

“Oh, is that so?” I licked my bottom lip, more than a little amused with her flirting. “And just what might those things be?”

Without hesitation, she stood on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. “Something like that, maybe?” she said when she finally pulled away. Drunk and definitely more than a little bit horny, I pulled her back to me and kissed her, flicking my tongue against her lips.

“Or, maybe we could go upstairs,” I suggested, pressing her back against the counter. I normally wasn’t so bold, but I’d had just enough beer to lessen my inhibitions.

Alicia let out a soft moan against my lips, nodding, and I wasted no time in pulling her toward the stairs. We stopped a few times on the way up to my bedroom, kissing and groping. By the time I shoved my bedroom door open, she was already tugging off my shirt.

I lifted her up, letting my hands slide under the skirt of her dress and over her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze as I did. She cupped my face, kissing me deeply as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lowered her onto the bed, crawling over her and breathing heavily with eagerness. I ground my hips against her, letting her feel how turned on I was,

pushing her dress higher up until it was at her waist.

She took over quickly, surprising me a little as she pushed me onto my back and pulled her dress over her head, revealing a matching pink lace bra and panties. I let out a pleased groan as she crawled toward me and undid my jeans. She pulled me free, gently stroking my aroused form before taking me in her mouth. I laid my head back, moaning and running my fingers through her hair, enjoying this moment immensely. It had been a while for me, and I definitely missed it.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her back up to me, kissing her mouth and wrapping my arms around her while undoing her bra. Alicia let the straps slide down and tossed her bra aside, letting her round ample breasts fall free. I took one nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and flicking it, my hand fondling her other breast as she ground against my hard on.

She let out a pleasing little noise as I played with her breasts, and I stiffened even more, my dick jerking against her. “Do you have a condom?” she whispered.

I released her breast and nodded, pointing to my nightstand. She leaned over, reaching into one of the drawers and produced one. I obediently slid my jeans and boxers all the way off, letting her slip it on me.

It was rather obvious that she liked to be in control, and I was completely okay with that. In fact, I found it quite sexy. She tugged off her panties and flung them in the same direction as her bra and dress. I smiled up at her, letting her rest her hands on my chest as she lowered herself onto me. Both of us moaned in unison as she took all of me inside her, and I gently bucked my hips, pulling her back down to me so I could kiss her.

Her tongue flickered against mine, and I moaned into her mouth as she rode me. I felt close to exploding, but wanted to hold out longer. I reached down, rubbing her clit, wanting her to come first. She moaned against my lips, and I gently tugged her bottom lip between my teeth as my fingers made determined little circles around her clit.

“Oh my God, Owen!” She pulled back, whimpering, her movements quickening. I moved my hips to match her pace, watching her expression as she came. My own orgasm came upon me with equal force, and I dug my nails into her ass, thrusting deeper inside her, letting her moans fuel me on over the edge.

When we were finished, however, I immediately knew I wouldn’t be too proud of myself the next day.

Chapter Four

Nalia

“I think I need to get laid tonight,” Grace announced as she carefully applied her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror. “It's been a while, and, well, girls have needs, too.”

I laughed and looked up at her through her reflection in the mirror over the dresser in the bedroom of the hotel.

“So is that your plan for the night?” I asked. I couldn’t really say I’d blame her, though. She’d just gotten out of a long relationship that had turned downright sour toward the end, and I was guessing that she probably needed to blow off some steam. And she was entitled to do that in whatever way she wanted.

She smiled at me and nodded. “Well, if the right opportunity arises, anyway,” she said with a sly smirk. “I'm not about to hop into bed with any old Joe. I have my standards, and I'm not about to lower them just because I'm in the mood to get some!”